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What We Need	By : TerraZeal Category: +G to L > Haruhi Suzumiya Views: 2275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Little violence in this chapter. More Tsuruya here interaction here. More Dr. Who references, along with Nightside (by author Simon Green) concepts. I obviously own nothing, in this chapter or any other. Slight femmeslash. Tsuruya/Mikuru. Lots o' Kyon/Haruhi het.
What We Need - Chapter 2
Kyon's vision blurred as he took in the infuriating, sickening sight before him. Tsuruya screamed in fury behind him. Haruhi was lying on her back on the top of the clubroom table, completely naked, covered in blood. She wasn't dead, just unconscious, as he could tell from the rise and fall of her bloody, yet still beautiful, breasts. The...Mikuru thing...had been shoved in a corner, one bright red streamer still dangling from an eye socket like a some sick symbol of blood and death.
Someone that looked just similar enough to Fujiwara was examining her body with some type of micro-beam, frowning. It was likely the regeneration of Fujiwara, since Elder Mikuru had explained that true time travelers just regenerate after death. He glanced up boredly, sneering at Kyon.
"What do you think of your 'goddess' now? I told you Sasaki was the rightful goddess. YOURS can't even keep herself conscious!" He laughed, a manic, high-pitched sound. That sneer that was an evil echo of Koizumi's own...smiley sneer..was still on his not-quite-familiar face.
"Fujiwara! Shut up! Or I'll MAKE YOU. Do you really want to have to regenerate AGAIN for pissing me off?" This from Koizumi. He still said it all with a disturbing smile plastered on his face.
"I can stop the flow of data within this timespace for Fujiwara if you wish it to be silent for a time." Yuki offered, seemingly unaware that she had called Fujiwara a 'thing'.
"You do that." Koizumi spat. "As soon as you do, we have a problem. This little shit wasn't supposed to walk in here on this. YOU said we had enough time."
"I was incorrect. The appearance of the time traveler Fujiwara caused a data disruption."
"Get rid of him then! I don't care about his help anymore!"
Yuki nodded almost imperceptibly. "Yes." She blinked once and Fujiwara vanished, yet screamed that he would indeed have his revenge and somehow gain control over time or something. Kyon only cared about the bleeding Haruhi on the table.
"What the HELL IS GOING ON HERE!? Stop bickering and TELL ME!" Kyon's rage made his vision red. The room, people, and obviously the blood.
"They're the ones who hurt my Mikuru. I have to kill them, Kyon!" Tsuruya sounded almost insane with anger.
"Tsuruya you aren't near powerful enough to deal with Nagato, no matter what you are." Kyon was more worried about the very, very injured Haruhi. And why Nagato, Koizumi, and a returned Fujiwara would dare harm their precious specimen. Kyon's precious...everything.
Tsuruya howled in rage. "I. Don't. CARE!" She lunged for Itsuki, her speed allowed her to connect with him before he could react and raise his Esper powers against her. Those sharp fangs ripped into his neck, like some type of vampire would have. Koizumi was apparently trying to use his psychic powers against her, but Tsuruya had her own and they seemed evenly matched for the moment. Nagato, oddly, was doing nothing.
Kyon ran to the table, very gently picked up the blood-covered body of Haruhi and held her as close to him as he could manage without making her bleed more. He gave Nagato a furious glare.
"I will find out what you two are doing. And I will make you hurt. You hurt the only person I've ever loved, and you killed the original, innocent Miss Asahina." The cold, quiet rage in his voice almost seemed to frighten Nagato. She gave a soft little shiver, before looking at him and nodding.
"Yes. It is over. I informed Koizumi of the dangers of harming Suzumiya. He did not listen. He was insistent. It is over." Yuki's eyes blanked, her back arched suddenly, and her body slumped forward, head knocking over the teacup in front of her.
Itsuki was slowly gaining the upper hand over Tsuruya. Tsuruya's psychic powers were near as powerful as his, and her physical speed and strength could be slowed and lowered by Itsuki's nuclear-level ESP.
"Dammit, Tsuruya! Run! We have to get out of here right now! We need to get as far away from this school as possible!" Kyon tugged at Tsuruya, who miraculously let go of Koizumi and let Kyon pull her.
As soon as they exited the room, they were suddenly somewhere else. The stars were brighter, almost closer. The moon was full, and tinged with red. The air was cool, soft, rustling the plush grass the two were standing on. Where the hell were they? Was this some alternate universe? Had Haruhi, in her badly injured state, taken them literally as far away as possible from Japan?
Kyon shook his head and looked around for something, something sanitary to lay Haruhi down, so she wouldn't get an infection. He wasn't sure if the goddess that she was could get ill, but he didn't dare want to take the chance, not now when they had finally revealed their feelings to each other.
"Here, Kyon! Hurry and lie her down over here!" It was the lilting voice of the new version of Adult Mikuru. Somehow, she was here too. Her cherry-red hair and bee-stung pink lips appeared even redder against the light of the oddly close full moon.
"Mikuru! What are you doing here? How did you get here? WHERE and WHEN is here?"
Mikuru just smiled and continued spreading the bedroll on the soft grass. "We're safe here. I didn't take us here. You did. I can use my watch to get coordinates, but not if this really is an alternate universe."
"Huh? I took us here? I can't do that. I can't do SHIT! I can't even protect the people I love!" Kyon's anger was leading to tears threatening to leak out of his eyes. One tear did manage to sneak out as he carefully placed Haruhi's bloody form on the clean red-tinged bedroll. Her blood almost instantly started soaking it.
"Whatever. Tsuruya, Mikuru...please...can't you...help her? She'll die from blood loss. But...can she? She's some super powerful entity...how did this even happen?" Kyon's fear and frustration was making him want to sob.
Mikuru was examining Haruhi with the same micro-beam thing regenerated Fujiwara had been using. "I can heal her. She will sleep for nearly twenty-four hours, but she will heal."
"She'll still be MY Haruhi, right? Not some, no offense, copy like you, right? Right?"
Mikuru smiled and nodded. "Yes. I can't make someone else into a being like myself. Tsuruya could heal her that way, however..."
Tsuruya cocked her head at Mikuru. "You knew? All this time?"
Mikuru's smile widened. "You're my best friend. How could I not?" Mikuru suddenly pulled Tsuruya into a tight hug.
To Kyon's great shock, Tsuruya was not content with this. She kissed Mikuru full on the lips, passionately, before pulling away, embarrassed.
"I-I'm so sorry Miku-chan. I just...I've always wanted to...but I knew about you, and I knew you couldn't...with anyone. And why would you want to? I'm another girl, and a blood-sucking monster. Why would you-" Mikuru put her finger to Tsuruya's protesting lips and gave her a soft kiss back.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Tsuri. Nothing. For now, let us just...wait. Until we figure everything out. Where we are. How to get out. Haruhi is already healing, so you can calm yourself as well Kyon." Mikuru sat on the grass, beckoning Tsuruya to sit next to her.
Kyon knelt near Haruhi. Even though she was covered by a blanket, he couldn't just leave her naked. He opened his pack, which he had just happened to have been lucky enough to bring with him. He almost laughed at himself when he realized the only thing he had in there was Mikuru's old waitress uniform. Haruhi would just have to make due. Not to mention, Kyon would love to see her in it, moreso than Mikuru.
He carefully folded the dress and laid it near Haruhi so that she could use is as soon as she woke up. He didn't want her to have to run around naked, as much as he would have appreciated it. She wouldn't have. He reached out and softly stroked her unblemished cheek with his fingertip. Her skin was so soft. He leaned down and kissed her, although her lips were caked with dried blood. There were no cuts, just blood from the damage done to her other cheek.
The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. Still, it was Haruhi's blood, it didn't matter. How could Tsuruya enjoy the taste of blood? She had basically called herself a vampire, after all. Kyon managed to just focus on Haruhi's soft lips on his. It almost brought him to tears to feel her lips lifeless against his, not passionate, hot, full of life as they had been both times they'd kissed for real.
He laid on the grass next to Haruhi and closed his eyes, hoping for sleep to come at last. He heard Tsuruya and Mikuru talking softly. As he managed to push away all sounds put Haruhi's soft breathing, their conversation just behind a gentle background noise. Kyon slowly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Mikuru glanced back at Kyon, sleeping protectively next to his beloved Haruhi, then toward her dearest friend Tsuruya.
"He's asleep. Now I can tell you the truth. You already know about us. About what we told Kyon. Miss Suzumiya isn't powerful, especially not a goddess. She's just a Slider that doesn't know she is one. She has power, but not goddess-level. And she's not in control enough. The one with the true power is Kyon himself. He does not know this of course. I must tell him, especially now, with everything that has happened. If he rewrites the world...then so be it. If such a good-hearted person like Kyon wants to make this world go away, then who's to tell him he's wrong?"
Tsuruya was gaping at Mikuru, her sharp fangs still extended to their full length after such a furious combat situation and tasting the blood of an Esper as powerful as Itsuki.
"Wow. Kyon's a GOD! Or...whatever you think he is. A time warp, right? Some anomaly?" She looked at Mikuru in fascination. This wasn't something she'd heard before.
"No. He isn't an anomaly or a time warp. I can't think of that kind man as something that shouldn't be, or something I should fix. I hate Koizumi, but his explanation that Kyon is some type of reality-changing deity...makes more sense to me. Kyon is a god I could believe in. Could worship. I know he could have saved my first incarnation if he knew." Mikuru smiled and closed her eyes, leaning back on the grass, feeling the tired ache in her body from the recent regeneration ease a little.
"I'm not sleepy, but...you mind if I just lay down next to you? Please?" Tsuruya's voice was almost pathetic.
"You don't have to even ask, Tsuruya. How...how can you still care for me, when I'm not the me I was before?"
Tsuruya had lain down next to Mikuru. She laced her fingers with the time-traveler's. "I could never be confused about who you are. Even when I saw your regeneration, I knew who you were. Mikuru is Mikuru, no matter what she looks like. I would have recognized you, loved you, even if you came back as a man." She nuzzled Mikuru's soft, cherry hair a bit and closed her eyes. She rarely slept at night, but she tried her best.
Kyon woke up, body aching from a night of sleeping on hard ground rather than his soft bed. It took awhile before his mind started to translate last night's events into today. The sun, oddly, was not up. He had his watch and it told him the sun should have been up hours ago.
He even knew quite a bit of time had passed, as Haruhi's wounds had almost completely healed. She was, however, still locked in the healing stasis that Mikuru had put her in. Kyon let himself smile a real smile, looking at her seeming so peaceful.
He stood up, feeling his knees crack as he did so. It looked the same as last night, only now that he was in a better state of mind, he could take in his surroundings. From the looks of it, they were in a forest clearing a long way outside Tokyo. The cherry blossoms on the nearby trees were moving as if pushed by a gentle breeze. Kyon felt no air. Nothing moved right now.
He saw lights in the distance. It looked like a massive city. Yes, Tokyo. It had to be. They certainly hadn't got far. If it was true HE did this, he wasn't a very good distance teleporter or whatever. He groaned and sat back down next to Haruhi. He pulled a bag of water out of his pack. To his shock, it was cold as ice and amazingly refreshing. He managed to drink the entire thing, his stomach aching afterward from all the icy liquid.
He put the lid on the bottle and put it back in his pack. He rummaged around for anything else that might be useful. He came up with a few notebooks (useless), an apple (not THAT useful, but at least it was food), a crushed bag of cheese crackers (food again, but junk), a bottle of off brand Aleve (probably very useful), and a clean T-shirt. Ah. That was what he was looking for! Kyon quickly removed his blood stained shirt and blazer and pulled on the thin T-shirt.
At least he was finally feeling refreshed. He wasn't hungry yet since he'd had a big lunch (he had eaten Haruhi's as well as his own), so the apple and smashed crackers could wait. Haruhi was in stasis, so she wasn't getting any thirstier or hungrier than she had been. Mikuru could likely get food and water on her own, and Tsuruya didn't eat or drink normal food. Kyon shivered a little, wondering who she would...eat?...from. Vampires. Creepy as hell.
Dammit! Kyon's head hurt. He pulled out an off brand Aleve and swallowed it dry. Mikuru and Tsuruya were still fast asleep, or...at least Mikuru was. He noticed that Tsuruya was shifting and nuzzling Mikuru a bit too much to be asleep.
"Tsuruya...if you have super hearing too, get up and come here. Don't want to wake Asahina." His voice was barely above a whisper, but he remembered from the myths that most vampires had some sort of super hearing.
As expected, Tsuruya lifted her head, her eyes giving off eye shine like an animal's in the light of the very close moon. She stood softly and padded her way over to Kyon. Of course she could likely see perfectly in the dark. The rest of the group wouldn't be so lucky, unless Mikuru knew spells like that evil bitch Nagato had.
"Kyon...you look better. I'm glad. Last night, you looked almost as bad as she did." Tsuruya nodded at Haruhi. "Thought you might pass out. At least until Mikuru told me-ah, she said she would tell you."
Kyon scowled. "Tell me what? I'm tired, aching, and miserable, Tsuruya! I don't have the patience for riddles."
"Kyon, please...give Miku-chan a chance. She saved Haruhi! She saved the world! She says that if Haruhi died, the world would be destroyed completely or rewritten. I honestly don't know if that hasn't happened right now...I have no idea where or when we are. The stars and moon are way too close to Earth for that to be natural..." Tsuruya's voice faded. She had a solemn look on her face.
"I don't know what the hell this place is, either. Maybe Haruhi unconsciously used her powers to punt us to some alternate universe or some alien world. Or maybe things have been rewritten and this isn't our world anymore. We're just the only ones who remember the old world. Guess you're right. Asahina knows more than you, I'm sure." He didn't mean to imply Tsuruya was stupid, but the words just came out.
The vampire girl just sighed and walked back to Mikuru, softly shaking her awake. Mikuru muttered something inaudible to Tsuruya and stood up herself, nearly tripping. Apparently she was still exhausted. Tsuruya, however, allowed her to lean on her shoulder and Mikuru simply closed her eyes and rested her head on the vampire girl's shoulder, allowing her unnatural strength to pull her gently forward.
Once she reached Kyon, she slid to the ground, leaning back on Tsuruya, almost using her as a pillow.
"I'm so sorry, Kyon...I was just so tired. You have no idea what regeneration does to a time-traveler's body. It's almost like knowing you CAN walk, but somehow, no matter how hard you try, it just doesn't work." She smiled softly at Kyon. She was so cute, using that baby-learning-to-walk example. Tsuruya couldn't help but giggle a little.
"Alright, I'm sorry, Mikuru. Or...is that still your name? Was it ever your real name?" Kyon raised an eyebrow at the time traveler. He hadn't thought to ask before, since the only answers he had gotten from the pre-regen Mikuru was 'it's classified!'
"Yes. My name is Mikuru Asahina. My brother...from the alternate time line...Fujiwara...everyone thought it was an alias, but it wasn't. He was Fujiwara Asahina. I almost miss him. He was sweet, timid little boy back then, not the 'sneering bastard' we know." She sounded wistful, sad.
"So, Tsuruya mentioned something only you could tell me? You wanna enlighten me or should I just wander around in the dark until I figure something out? You're gonna tell me I transported us here because I'm a Slider, right? The one being missing from Haruhi's group?"
He sounded irritated. He wanted NOTHING to do with supernatural powers at all, but...at least he had saved Haruhi's life. If he was a slider, he just wouldn't travel into alternate planes for no reason. He just wouldn't use his power.
Mikuru shook her head, her mussed cherry hair greasy and full of grass. "No, Kyon. HARUHI is a slider. That is why she is capable of all the closed space. It's her way of being in an alternate universe without really leaving this one. Every single person can actually produce closed space."
She continued. "Hers only contained those things because she didn't consciously know of her power or how to use it. She was confused. Her dreams sometimes took her to the alternate worlds she could travel to, but the only world she was truly happy in was the one she traveled to with you. Because you were with her. The only person who had ever loved her for being her."
"Hah! Then EVERYONE was wrong this whole time. There was NEVER a godlike being around, unless it really was Sasaki, even if she claimed she wasn't and didn't want the power...you all have been worrying for nothing." Kyon laughed until he was in hysterics. All this damn time. All this damn effort!
What had it been for, then? What was the point of it all? He had basically been wasting all his time trying to make sure a slider girl was kept happy for no reason at all. No. He had liked it, hadn't he? He had loved it. Loved her, no matter what the hell she was. She could have been a swamp monster and he would still have loved her, tried to keep her happy. It didn't matter what she was.
Slider, huh, Haruhi? All this time, you've been one thing you've been looking for. He ran his fingers through his beautiful slider's dark hair.
"So it was all for nothing. Itsuki and Yuki weren't even needed! They didn't have to be there. The first Mikuru died for no reason at all. Wasted lives. Wasted effort! Pointless! How do you explain the reasoning for all the GODDAMN SHIT we've gone through?" He was shaking with rage. It didn't matter about Haruhi, not really, but the others and their LIES had pissed him off.
"You LIED to me. Just for...what? YOUR entertainment? YOUR release from boredom? Did you like watching me try so hard to make her happy? Did you like how angry you sometimes made he feel toward her? I love her! No matter what she is. But in the end, it was all a joke for your amusement!" Kyon spun angrily on them, keeping his back to them.
"Kyon! Please, calm down! There IS a divine/immeasurably powerful being. It just isn't Haruhi or Sasaki!" Mikuru's copper/chocolate eyes were pleading. The same eyes of the first Mikuru. His Mikuru. His dear friend. Slowly, his anger faded, but his curiosity was piqued.
"Okay, okay. I just want some answers. Everyone came to me when they lied about Haruhi being a deity. So. That first. Why me?" Kyon crossed his arms and leaned back against a tree, glaring at the two women.
"It was important to keep you occupied with someone similar. You aren't a Slider, but you still have the power to move between universes." Mikuru explained.
"Oh, yeah? How come I never noticed ANY of this before? I never had dreams. I don't even think I had closed space. That smiling ass Koizumi would have told me. Hell, maybe he wouldn't have. He was a liar in every way." Kyon spat on the ground at Koizumi's memory.
Kyon continued. "So, this non-Haruhi/Saski deity saved us all from Itsuki and Nagato? Actually, I think the Data Overmind put Nagato out of commission for failure, but I'm not totally sure. That's why we needed to get as far away from school as possible. So what happened? Please no lies this time! I'm not in the mood for it!"
Mikuru sighed heavily. What would happen, when he found out? Nothing, or would it break him, make him rewrite the world or transfer his own powers? Tsuruya's hand squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.
"It's you, Kyon. It always has been. Myself and the others, we had to keep you around, so we told you that Haruhi would destroy the world if you left her. It was always the other way around. Those godlike powers belong to you, exist within you. Haruhi was your...failsafe, that is the only way I can explain it. If anything happened to make you rewrite reality, she was supposed to be able to bring you back to this one, with her so far unknown Slider abilities."
Tears were streaming down Mikuru's face. "I am sorry. So sorry. I never wanted to keep it secret from you. Nagato and Koizumi told me I had to. I don't know if they were lying, when they said you would change the world if you knew. I just...I think they're wrong. You're such a nice guy."
Mikuru continued. "So now you know. Will you change reality? Destroy it? Rewrite time? I don't even care anymore." She fell to her hands and knees, her pleading gaze locking with Kyon's stunned expression.
Kyon's mouth twitched, along with his left eye. His shoulders started shaking. He was laughing! What the hell kind of weird joke was this? It sure was funny though. He certainly needed a good laugh, after what they'd been through.
He was in full blown hysterics now. "That...is...the most...hilarious thing I've ever heard, Mikuru! You don't have to try and cheer me up by claiming I have super powers. Oh, dear goddess Haruhi, that was funny. You even had the serious expression and the tearful confession to go with it. You're too funny, Mikuru!"
He snorted, continued laughing. Mikuru was almost hurt. He was supposed to believe me. But...then...I really don't have any REAL proof, do I? I guess I can't blame him.
"It-it isn't a lie, Kyon. B-but if you don't believe me, there's no way I can prove it to you. If Nagato had been...sane...she might have known how. I-I guess for now, we should just wait until Haruhi wakes up and then go into the city, just to see...where we are. As for when...my watch says we're still in the present. I'm sorry you don't believe me. It is the truth, Kyon. I hope you believe me soon."
Mikuru slumped against Tsuruya. "Even if you don't believe me, I believe in you." She smiled faintly.
Kyon's head hurt again. "Can we possibly forget this for now? I would think I would know if I were a reality warping deity. Anyway, Mikuru, I have a few questions for you."
"Yes. The time for classified information is over. It changed when the world did. My TPDD lost it's time travel capabilities for now. Ask your questions, Kyon." Mikuru almost sounded relieved. Apparently, keeping everything from everyone was exhausting.
"Alright, then. How old are? Did your past self regenerate as well? How far in the future are you from? I know time travel gets invented within my lifetime." He actually glared at Mikuru.
She sighed. "This version of me is my past self and my adult self. When she died, I died. When the regeneration happened, only one version of me came back. To make things simpler, we merged. As for how old I am, it doesn't matter. All time travelers are effectively immortal in my current time period, but I'll answer it anyway. My true body was over four hundred years old before she was killed and I came back."
"I know there are holes...I don't think anyone who isn't a time traveler could truly understand...but I was born here, Kyon. In your lifetime. We even come to know each other, although that me is extremely young when she first meets you. Incapable of even going potty on her own." Mikuru giggled.
"So...you're basically saying that you're born within my lifetime. That kind of creeps me out. I feel almost like some kind of pervert now for all those times I checked out your...uhm...assets." Kyon laughed shortly.
"Well, now what? I refuse to move from this spot until Haruhi is completely well again." He crossed his arms, and glared at Mikuru stubbornly.
"No, I agree. I want to wait too. I want to...to see if morning ever comes. If the sun will ever shine again..." Asahina sounded depressed.
Tsuruya, however, laughed loudly. "I don't care if I never see the sun! It always hurts my eyes anyway! I can see just fine in this weird moonlight." She laughed again, in a very Tsuruya-like way.
"Okay, we're in agreement. When Haruhi recovers, and I explain things, we'll...check out that weird city."
"Midnight Tokyo...a city constantly in the dark...it frightens me, but I know I'll be okay, as long as you're with me." Mikuru smiled gently at the disbelieving deity.
Kyon rubbed his head. The city. He could see a bit more now, and...even feel things. Bad things. There were things in that city that weren't human. That city wasn't a place meant for humans. He sighed. Whatever was in there, they would face it, tomorrow or the next day.
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